You reach out your hand...

You couldn’t see it, but the knowledge that you were both naked and so close to one another… it stirred something inside of you. You hesitantly reached your hand through the dark, unsure what you might find. You leaned forward bit by bit, eventually going from sitting to propped up on your hands and knees, your fingers trembling, expecting contact at any second.

Warmth. Your hand connects with flesh. You push a bit more and your hand sinks into it. At first you think it's his arm, but realize it's his bare chest!

“Let’s just lay here a second...” You hear before you feel his hand grasp your arm.

It yanks you and you find yourself scrambling to stay balanced. Your body keeps moving forward however, and a second later your torso falls over onto the same warmth. Your arms, your legs, your breasts… all of them are pressing down onto this man as you lay beside him. You should recoil from him, push the man away, do anything… but the shock of it all just leaves you there, beside him: your right leg over his, your arm over his chest, and your breasts press into his side. The feeling of them against him was so alien to you, yet it felt anything but “wrong” , your new body shifting and giving way to his felt so... natural. Even his smell wasn’t what you had expected - A bum on the street? You feared an odor that would make your eyes water, but instead finding yourself overcome by a heady musk, the masculine aroma almost constant with nothing for your sight to take attention away from it. His arm wraps around you, coming to rest on your shoulder as he hugs you close, your cheek now resting on his chest. He was quite larger than you had expected - not a mountain of a man, but definitely a flabby gentleman.

It was so strange, your naked body now intertwined with his. You didn’t even know what he looked like or how old he was, not even his name, yet here you are cradled by him, a man who lived on the street. Your old self would be absolutely mortified, not only sexually, but the indignity of the entire situation: Lost, **** to hide, blackmailed. Now however, you felt secure. Besides his chest hair tickling your cheek, there was a certain comfort in laying here - even the man’s bed was pleasant enough. Perhaps you could even sleep here until morning? Rest, wake-up, and face the city at dawn. It was a possibility…